Chapter 49

The nape of Mugyeol’s neck was scalding beneath Yi-seon’s arm, as though the heat might transfer straight into his skin. The unfamiliar sensation of being kissed, bitten, and licked drained the strength from his body.

Mugyeol gradually moved lower along Yi-seon’s body, carrying Yi-seon’s loosely draped arm downward with him.

Gently lifting Yi-seon’s T-shirt, Mugyeol buried his face against his chest.

The bridge of Mugyeol’s nose brushed over Yi-seon’s pale skin as his tongue traced the line of his collarbone and moved lower. Exposed to the cool air, one small nipple had already tightened.

Mugyeol took the erect bud lightly into his mouth.

“Eut…!”

He licked it slowly with the flat of his tongue, then teased it with the tip, flicking and circling before drawing it back between his lips. The slow, wet suction was unmistakably erotic, nothing like the gentle kisses he had scattered over Yi-seon’s neck and collarbone.

Yi-seon’s lower back lifted slightly from the floor.

The unfamiliar sensation sent a prickling jolt straight through him. He whimpered and squirmed, startled by the shivering pleasure, only for Mugyeol’s grip on his hand to tighten.

Pinning the back of Yi-seon’s clasped hand firmly against the floor, Mugyeol whispered over his chest, “Don’t push me away. Hold my hand properly. You said we’d hold hands while we sleep.”

“Wait… h-heut…”

The whisper brushed over skin already wet with saliva. Goosebumps prickled across Yi-seon’s chest as Mugyeol swept his hot tongue over the nipple and gave it a light, playful nip.

Ah!

Startled, Yi-seon dug his fingernails into the back of Mugyeol’s hand.

Yi-seon’s head spun.

He had never experienced anything remotely like this, and before he could process what was happening, sensation swept him helplessly along. Every flick of Mugyeol’s tongue sent a strange, forbidden pleasure racing up his spine. When Mugyeol closed his mouth over the areola and sucked harder, Yi-seon’s thoughts dissolved into haze.

Mugyeol cupped the soft flesh of Yi-seon’s chest with his fingers and sucked eagerly at the firm nipple. He gently squeezed around it, teasing the swollen tip with his tongue before pressing the flat of his tongue firmly over it. Mugyeol’s black hair cascaded over Yi-seon’s shoulder, and the cool strands tickled sharply against the warmth of his mouth, eliciting a low whimper.

When Mugyeol caught the nipple gently between his teeth, Yi-seon could not take any more. He buried his fingers in Mugyeol’s hair and gasped, “Yeon Mu… gyeol…”

“Yeah…”

Mugyeol rubbed the swollen nipple with the tip of his tongue, worried it between his lips, then drew it fully into his mouth and sucked hard. The wet sounds coming from his chest were so explicit that Yi-seon felt dizzy with embarrassment.

Still clutching Mugyeol’s hair, Yi-seon looked down and whimpered.

Mugyeol felt the tug and raised only his eyes, looking up at Yi-seon while the crimson-flushed corners curved with unmistakable pleasure.

“Ah… I should’ve fucked high-schooler Ryu Yi-seon back then, too…”

“What…?”

Meeting Yi-seon’s gaze, Mugyeol slowly licked across the pale pink nipple as if putting on a show, letting out a lazy chuckle. “Such a fucking waste that I didn’t eat you up back then.”

“Crazy… h-heut… You crazy bastard…”

How on earth did this kid turn into such an insane pervert?

Unable to keep looking at him, Yi-seon squeezed his eyes shut. He had never seen that expression on Mugyeol’s face before.

He had lost track of how many times he had cursed Mugyeol as a crazy bastard tonight. Perhaps Mugyeol’s knack for goading those words out of him was the truly impressive thing.

Panting, Yi-seon twisted his hips. Each scrape of teeth and pull of Mugyeol’s mouth sent a ticklish rush of pleasure to the tips of his toes. The suction grew strong enough to sting, every wet sound making the act feel even more embarrassingly explicit.

Mugyeol’s hand moved downward without hesitation. It slid from Yi-seon’s waist beneath his pants with alarming ease, through fabric warmed by body heat, and closed around Yi-seon’s erection.

Startled, Yi-seon shoved hard against Mugyeol’s chest. Of course, the solid torso pinning him down didn’t budge an inch.

“Ha…!”

“Ha?”

“Pick one…!”

With Mugyeol’s hand around him, Yi-seon’s mind fell apart. The stimulation at his chest combined with the rough palm around his erection and scattered what little reason he had left. No one else had ever touched him there. The intimacy of it sent a cold sweat prickling down his spine.

Mugyeol had only stroked him a few times before pausing as though something had caught his attention. His fingers felt around the base and the skin of Yi-seon’s lower abdomen.

Mugyeol’s gaze drifted from Yi-seon’s flushed face to his lower body. “What’s this? Where’s all your hair?”

“…I can just… not have any!” Yi-seon protested indignantly.

Embarrassment flared immediately. Having almost no body hair beneath his arms or around his groin had been a major insecurity for years, enough that he had largely avoided public bathhouses after puberty.

Mugyeol caught the waistband of Yi-seon’s pants and briefs and pulled both down in one smooth tug, baring his lower body in an instant.

With his T-shirt shoved up and his pants dragged down, most of Yi-seon’s lean body lay exposed. In the dim room, his smooth, pale skin seemed almost luminous, the lines of his thighs and the flesh beneath his ribs looking especially soft.

“Ha, fuck…”

Mugyeol braced one hand on the floor and pushed himself higher, staring down at Yi-seon’s exposed body. His breathing abruptly turned ragged, his chest rising and falling hard.

“How is there not a single hair on your dick? It looks like a little kid’s cock…”

A little kid’s cock? How could he say something so harsh?

While the shocked Yi-seon stammered, unable to form words, Mugyeol lifted Yi-seon’s arm and checked his armpit as well. Everywhere was nothing but smooth, clean, pale skin.

“Heo…”

Mugyeol let out an incredulous breath that was half sigh, half laugh.

Pinned beneath Mugyeol, Yi-seon looked thoroughly compromised. His T-shirt was shoved up toward his neck, one nipple swollen from Mugyeol’s attention, while his pants had fallen to his knees and left his thighs and erection exposed. Pale skin had flushed pink almost everywhere Mugyeol had touched.

Yi-seon had barely recovered from the ‘little kid’s cock’ remark and pushed himself up on his elbows to protest when something warm dripped onto his chest. Drip, drip. Startled, he looked up and found Mugyeol pressing a palm tightly over his nose.

“Hey, you’re bleeding from your nose…”

“Haa, I’m dizzy.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. More than fine.”

Mugyeol planted a palm against Yi-seon’s chest and pushed him flat again. “It’s because I drank four cups of coffee. Caffeine overdose. Don’t worry about it.”

Mugyeol stuffed a stray tissue into his nostril and went right back to touching Yi-seon as though nothing had happened. His palm swept over Yi-seon’s waist, chest, thighs, and inner leg in restless succession.

Wherever Mugyeol squeezed or pinched, Yi-seon’s pale skin quickly reddened. Mugyeol’s eyes remained fixed on every mark his hands left behind.

With a startled face, Yi-seon squirmed his hips.

“Stop it. Your nose is bleeding…”

Mugyeol proposing with blood streaming from his nose had been absurd enough. Mugyeol now groping Yi-seon while still bleeding was somehow even more surreal. The strange gleam in his eyes made a cold sweat break out along Yi-seon’s back.

Most infuriating of all was Yi-seon’s own body, which continued responding eagerly simply because the person touching him was the boy he liked.

Mugyeol brushed aside Yi-seon’s timid attempt to push him away. His nosebleed already seemed to have stopped, and with his composure somehow restored, he firmly took hold of Yi-seon’s erection again.

“Eut…”

The moment Mugyeol gripped him there, Yi-seon’s senses scattered again.

Yi-seon was already slick with arousal. Embarrassment barely had time to register before Mugyeol’s hand began moving. His palm stroked over the ridge beneath the glans while his thumb circled the sensitive tip, smearing the pre-cum that had gathered there.

A sharp pulse of pleasure shot straight through Yi-seon, and he tipped his head back with a groan. “H-heut…”

Mugyeol scattered light kisses over Yi-seon’s chin and near his ear before whispering, “Kiss.”

“W… what?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Below, the wet sound of Mugyeol’s hand moving over him seemed obscenely loud. The rough palm against such sensitive flesh made it almost impossible to think, dragging Yi-seon into a heavy kind of pleasure he had never experienced before.

When Yi-seon failed to answer, Mugyeol tightened his grip slightly and asked again, “I asked if I can kiss you.”

“What kind of… eut…”

“Hurry up. I’m in a rush.”

Yi-seon wanted to ask what kind of absurd question that was at this point. Mugyeol had already spent ages kissing and touching his chest and now had a hand wrapped around his erection, yet somehow a kiss was where he had decided permission mattered.

Mugyeol’s hand moved again with a wet, slick sound.

“You told me to get permission when I kiss you. You said you’d circle dates on the calendar and deduct them.”

Even Mugyeol’s low murmur felt unbearably stimulating.

“Do whatever you want…” Yi-seon barely managed the words before Mugyeol’s mouth closed over his as though he had been waiting for permission.

“Eut, hmpf…”

Yi-seon’s breath caught as Mugyeol immediately deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing insistently into Yi-seon’s mouth.

Yi-seon nearly forgot to breathe. Mugyeol’s tongue tangled insistently with his, drawing him deeper into the kiss until Yi-seon could do little but pant through his nose and follow the movement.

Yi-seon groaned and went limp. Between Mugyeol’s hand below and the overwhelming kiss above, his mind turned foggy, as though he had been dropped into an entirely new form of pleasure without warning.

Mugyeol kissed him as though starved for it while his hand kept moving between them. He rubbed over the slick tip, stroked the shaft faster, and adjusted his grip whenever Yi-seon’s body reacted.

Caught in the kiss, Yi-seon could do little but twist his hips. Mugyeol’s fingers returned to the sensitive tip, and the concentrated stimulation finally pushed Yi-seon over the edge. His lower abdomen clenched and his whole body trembled.

H-heut…!

Yi-seon came into Mugyeol’s waiting hand. Mugyeol kept stroking him through the last aftershocks and only broke the kiss once Yi-seon had gone completely limp.

“Haa, haa…”

Overwhelmed, Yi-seon lay sprawled beneath him with trembling hips, managing only a few rough breaths through parted lips.

Yi-seon stared up at him with damp, disbelieving eyes, still unable to process that he had just come in Mugyeol’s hand. Mugyeol answered by peppering his furrowed brow with light kisses. Chu, chu, chu. His lips moved over the bridge of Yi-seon’s nose, his cheeks, and finally his panting mouth.

Yi-seon weakly waved a hand as though shooing him away, only for Mugyeol to catch it and cup his chin. Mugyeol bent over him again, drawing him into another slow kiss. Still shuddering through the aftershocks, Yi-seon had no strength left to push him away.

Mugyeol gave Yi-seon’s lips one last slow lick before pulling back and rising over him. With his knees planted on either side of Yi-seon’s thighs, he looked down at him.

Yi-seon stared up through blurred vision. Mugyeol’s outline gradually sharpened, along with the unmistakable bulge straining against his loose sweatpants.

As Yi-seon’s gaze dropped between his legs, Mugyeol also lowered his eyes to look down at his own groin.

Lightly licking his lips, Mugyeol gave a faint smirk.

“Curious?”

Before Yi-seon could answer, Mugyeol pulled down his waistband. His erection sprang free and settled against his lower abdomen.

He was already fully hard, the shaft thick and taut, with prominent veins standing beneath the skin.

Yi-seon instinctively shifted his hips back. Are all Alphas built like that? Framed by Mugyeol’s thick, muscular thighs, it looked frankly intimidating—less like something Yi-seon could imagine taking than a threat in its own right.